I’ve Set My Sights On Extinguishing Ariel’s Lover’s
Love. I Have The Means. When He Comes Within
Earshot, I Speak Of Her Thighs. I Describe How It
Was To Be Nestled Between Them, To Thrust, To
Thrill, To Elicit Her Moans (Though I Didn’t) .
He’ll Wonder Why She Has Been Silent When He
Has Been On Her. He’ll Worry That He Is
Inadequate, As He Undoubtedly Is. And I Mention
How Often She Begged Me To Stay, Which Is Not
Quite Correct. I Was Ordered To Go. That’s A
Subject Which, Even Now, Fills Me With Sorrow,
And, Possibly, Bitterness, Surely, A Reason For
Wanting To Poison His Love